Chapter 1243: Poisoning?!!

This matter was eventually suppressed by Harry.

He couldn't possibly tell anyone about this. But there was no denying that his heart was filled with anger.

Of course, what happened in the afternoon made this anger of his slightly lessen.

That was Umbridge's first afternoon as Headmistress, she ran all over Hogwarts.

Because those fireworks ran into every classroom.

When Harry and the others were in Transfiguration class, a flying saucer rushed into the classroom.

This flying saucer was full of firelight from head to toe.

No one thought that Professor McGonagall couldn't solve this guy by waving her wand.

But Professor McGonagall happened to show a difficult expression.

She looked at a student and said: "Oh, Miss Brown, could I trouble you to go find our new Headmistress? Such a terrifying flying saucer, I can't deal with it."

Except for Professor McGonagall, other professors also acted as if these fireworks were some kind of terrifying creature.

It seemed as if except for Umbridge, no one in the whole school could handle this matter well.

When Harry and the others finished class, they passed Professor Flitwick's classroom, he was smiling and sending Umbridge out, he said slyly: "Thank you so much, Headmistress Dolores... I could of course handle this kind of firework, but I'm not sure if I have the right."

Harry saw Umbridge, who was black-faced, disheveled, stumbling, and covered in sweat.

She limped out of the Charms classroom, looking as if she had aged ten years.

That night.

Fred and George were treated as heroes. Harry praised their behavior highly.

Even saying he wanted to buy another pile from them, he planned to throw them into the school for Umbridge every day.

To make Umbridge explode with anger.

Even if it meant emptying his vault, it would be fine.

But Fred and George said they had used up their stock.

"There are only two of us, our shipping speed is definitely not fast, but Harry you can pre-order, five Galleons, you can get a regular firework package.

Twenty-five Galleons is a deluxe package, of course there is also a one-hundred Galleon super package..."

"I want the most expensive one, if you help me throw them in, I can pay extra!"

Harry took out two hundred Galleons angrily.

Fred and George put Harry's pre-order name in the first place. Perhaps seeing Harry's actions, Hermione's face was not very good. Harry interrupted her attempt to ask.

He said angrily: "Don't ask me, I don't want to say anything, but I just want her to live the most miserable life!"

"Related to Darren?"

Hermione asked suddenly. Harry didn't say a word.

Then he saw Hermione also order a deluxe package from Fred and George, which stunned him.

"You don't even know what happened!"

"You don't want to say, but I think it must be very serious, she actually dared to bully Darren... I found the feeling of ten-point rebellion!"

Hermione became happy.

Harry really wanted to say, if you knew what Darren had encountered, you might want to kill, and not just have a little feeling of rebellion.

But he didn't say anything.

If this matter were told, someone would eventually mock Darren.

He already had a hard time in Slytherin, if it were spread that he had an affair with Umbridge, he might commit suicide out of shame and anger.

Thinking this way, Harry even felt a bit grateful that Umbridge erased Darren's memory every time.

However, he subconsciously kicked this thought away. He told himself that Umbridge was a pervert. A pervert who must be driven out of the school!

Harry's angry mood lasted until late at night. Then he suddenly realized a problem. Tomorrow was another day of Occlumency training.

And he, not only hadn't practiced Occlumency, he even had one more memory he didn't want Snape to know.

Before going to sleep, Harry racked his brains trying to clear his thoughts.

But this was futile. Because he only tried for a while, he sensed his body gradually falling.

He came to that corridor again. The Department of Mysteries, that mysterious door. He pushed it open.

He walked through the room full of strange machinery, and then he came to a room full of crystal balls.

His hand reached out.

He was desperately eager to grab one of them. This was what he dreamed of. But... Bang!

"Look, another firework, they haven't cleaned them all up yet!"

It was Seamus's voice.

He was standing at the window, pointing at the sky outside.

Everyone in the dormitory woke up. They also rushed over to look out the window.

Sure enough, there were still many firework sticks, flying saucers, etc., playing wantonly outside.

Of course.

Following that was Umbridge's scream. Harry laughed loudly.

The full loss gradually turned into happiness.

As long as he could make Umbridge angry, he was happy!

He now wanted to know Umbridge's acceptance speech after becoming Headmistress.

After all, this was such a joyful day!

Because he was too happy, Harry again didn't practice Occlumency.

And when he was in History of Magic the next day, he finally felt panic.

If Snape saw his practice progress, he didn't know what kind of disgusting things he would say to him!

Especially after Darren attacked Snape, Snape's perception of him seemed to be even worse.

Harry didn't blame Darren, because in his view, Snape was originally a guy who deserved a beating.

And he also saw him putting poison into the potion in Snape's memory last time... although he didn't guarantee it was poison, he had deeper and deeper suspicions about Snape.

Both hateful and angry, Harry's perception of Snape was perhaps only surpassed by Umbridge just yesterday.

Holding such thoughts.

Harry walked slowly toward Snape's office after school in the afternoon.

Before entering Snape's office, he saw Darren talking to Snape in a corner out of the corner of his eye.

Darren had his back to him.

But from Snape's expression, their conversation was very unpleasant.

He hurried up, wanting to help Darren, and then he heard Snape say threateningly: "I think you also feel it, the situation is getting more and more serious... still haven't found the antidote, not ready to compromise yet?"

Antidote?

Harry subconsciously thought of what Snape put into a bottle of potion in Snape's memory.

Was it really poison? Who was this poison for? Who did Snape want to compromise? Darren?

Harry immediately pricked up his ears to listen.

But at this time Snape seemed to have sensed someone eavesdropping. He moved his body.

Looked at Darren and said: "Go back, I still have to teach Harry Potter Occlumency!"